I have yet to find a distraction to keep my mind occupied while I anxiously wait for her to return home. TV shows, books, and game apps work for a few minutes but nothing takes the edge off completely. Despite doing this over half a dozen times, each instance fills me with the same nervous energy as if it’s the first.
As I lay naked in our bed and patiently wait, I glance over to the clock on the nightstand and notice it’s half-past twelve. Usually, she’s back at midnight and just as I pick up my phone to text her, I hear the house alarm announcing the opening of the garage door. I take in a deep breath as I listen to her high heels clicking across our hard-wood floors as she walks toward the bedroom. When she reaches the door, looking as sexy as ever in her tan-colored, skin tight mini-dress and heels, she smiles and says, “Sorry, I’m late. He begged me for one more handjob before I left.”
As she leans over the side of the bed to give me a deep, passionate kiss, it’s obvious I don’t need to ask where her boy toy shot his final load of white cream. As our tongues dance together, the faint taste of his salty cum is evident and I moan slightly at the thought of her having just swallowed another man’s cum.
By now, you’ve probably figured out I’m married to a hotwife. The sexual chemistry we share is incredible but there’s just something about watching her having sex with other men that gets me going. At first, it began as hot talk during sex, then it evolved to me arranging sex with other men while I watched. Now, we’re trying something new where she picks up men she’s met through friends or out at parties and gives them unforgettable, one-night stands. Once she’s home, she tells me about her adventure while we have sex.
When we dated, I would catch men staring at her while we were out and about. Originally, it used to bother me but after a while it became part of our sexual routine. I’d mention other guys while having sex with her and she played along telling me what she’d do to them if given the chance. I think she was just as surprised as I was at how much it turned us both on. She then started to tell me about guys she’d fucked in the past and I never tired of hearing about her previous sexual adventures.
Nuzhat is a beautiful woman. The term exotic always comes to my mind when describing her beauty. She has an Indian heritage with creamy, dark, tanned skin, sparkling brown eyes and dark, silky hair down to the middle of her back. Her breasts are large and she loves the attention she gets wearing tight and low-cut tops. The men lucky enough to see her reveal her breasts completely are treated to dark areolas and nipples that are impossible to not want to suck on when they are fully erect. Her slim waist gives way to full hips and a shapely ass that swallows up the tiny thongs she wears. And, to me at least, her pussy tastes like candy on my tongue as I can’t ever get enough of her sweetness. On top of all that, she has a sharp mind and an intoxicating laugh.
As she continued to lean over the bed and kiss me, her hand slowly ran over my muscular chest, down over my abs and her fingers danced around my already erect shaft. She pressed her tongue hard into my mouth as her hand surrounded the base of my cock and she began giving me slow, full pumps. Her kisses moved to my cheek, my neck, and then back up to my ear where she whispered in her sultry, sexy voice, “Could you still taste a faint hint of his cum? He filled my mouth a couple of times with his hot, salty cream and I swallowed…every…drop.”
I audibly sighed at the feeling of her hand pumping me slowly, coupled with the thought of her mouth wide open as she looked another man in the eyes as he unloaded streams of his cum into her waiting mouth.
“Did he taste good, baby?” I asked.
“Mmmmm, creamy and delicious,” she replied.
As she took a step back and admired how hard she had already made me, I said, “Tell me everything, Nuzhat. Were you a good girl for him?”
She playfully bit her lower lip and smiled as she unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor around her ankles. She stood there completely naked with the exception of her sexy, black, fuck me heels. Her pussy was smooth and freshly waxed and my mouth was already salivating at the thought of her sweetness on my tongue. She loved that I enjoyed using my tongue. I could literally kiss and lick her silky, smooth body for hours on end and make her cum multiple times before pumping her with my cock.
“Sit on my face, Nuzhat. I need to taste your pussy on my tongue.”
She climbed into bed, keeping her heels on knowing I loved fucking her while she wore them. As she straddled my face and placed her freshly fucked pussy just inches from my lips, I said “Tell me about his cock, baby.”
She smiled as she looked down and felt my wet tongue make its first pass over the length of her pussy lips. I moaned at her familiar taste and it took every ounce of restraint for me not to immediately make my tongue hard and push it into her tight, pink hole. Instead, I continued to lick her meaty lips and ensure her clit was soaking wet before pushing my tongue inside. As she began to describe the cock that had just pumped her, I moaned at the first hint of saltiness I knew came from a load of cum another man had released in my wife’s slutty pussy. Nuzhat could see it in my eyes and smiled as she told me how thick his shaft was and how he stretched her open better than she had been in quite a while.
“He was fucking me so hard from behind when he came inside me. He was pulling my hair and calling me a whore when I told him to cum in me. I was such a good slut for you, baby.”
By now, my tongue was pushed as deep inside her as I could manage. The taste of his cum was unmistakable and the images in my head from her description of her rendezvous left my cock aching to be touched as she began grinding her pussy over my mouth. I could tell she was already close to cumming and I desperately flicked at and sucked on her swollen clit as she described the final moments before her lover released multiple streams of cum inside her.
“Right before he came, he let go of my hair, spanked my ass hard, then grabbed my waist with both hands and pounded his cock into me. He was so fucking deep inside me, his swollen, pink head was hitting every wall of my pussy and I was screaming for him not to stop. He had already made me cum twice from his cock when I was riding him and I came hard again right before he shot his load in my cunt.”
Recounting her sex session combined with my tongue dancing on her swollen clit was all it took as she grabbed her breasts, squeezing her sensitive nipples and was now begging her second man of the night not to stop pleasuring her. With my tongue centered on her clit, she climaxed hard on my mouth, convulsing and shaking as orgasmic shock waves enveloped her body.
“Oh fuck, that felt so good, baby,” she said, breathing hard as she collapsed on the bed next to me. As little tremors continued to work through her body, she kissed and licked at my lips. She knows how much I enjoy it when she tastes her own sweet juice off my face or sucks my cock after I’ve fucked her. She reached down to my balls and slowly started to run her fingernails all around them while again whispering, “You could taste his cum in my pussy, couldn’t you?”
I moaned out, “Yessss. You were a good cum slut for him weren’t you, baby?”
“Yeah, I told him to fuck me and use me like a dirty whore,” she said as her hand once again wrapped around the base of my shaft and she began to pump me. She looked into my eyes and continued, “The base of his cock was so thick. Even though my pussy was drenched, he had to go slow at first and let my tight cunt get used to his girth. I wanted to feel every inch inside me when he started to pound me.”
At this point, all I could muster was a grunt and a moan as I tilted my head back and enjoyed the visual of my wife telling another man how good his cock felt inside her. As her hand continued to pump me with more intensity, she said, “You love that I’m a dirty slut, don’t you? You love that I fuck guys that can get deeper in my pussy and stretch me open more than you can, don’t you?”
Although she already knew the answers, she knows I love it when she talks that way. She moaned as she saw the first drops of precum forming on my swollen head and wasted no time twirling her tongue along my sensitive cock, licking up that clear, salty fluid before enveloping my entire shaft in her mouth. I could have easily laid back and let her suck my cock until filling her mouth with my own cum, but I wanted to hear more about her hook-up so I said, “It’s my turn to fuck your slutty pussy, Nuzhat. Get on all fours, baby.”
“You’re gonna pound me from behind just like he did when he blew his load inside me?” she asked.
“Yes! And you’re going to tell me more about how he fucked you. Did he make you scream like a good slut?” I replied.
As she described how he slid his cock inside her for the first time in the missionary position, she got on all fours with her face towards the full length mirror facing the bed. Nuhat loves being able to look into her lovers’ eyes as they fuck her. And I love watching her big tits and hard nipples moving back and forth as I pump her. Her pussy was dripping wet from the events of the night and I slid my cock inside her slowly and moaned at the feeling of her tight walls surrounding my shaft. I looked at her via the mirror and asked, “Did he comment on how tight your pussy is”?
“Of course he did. You know they all do. We fucked in missionary first. I had my legs pulled back and spread as wide as I could. He rubbed the head of his cock on my clit as we looked at each other before he started to slide his thick shaft inside me.”
As she continued to describe their session, I began pumping my wife’s pussy at a steady pace with my entire shaft disappearing inside her with every stroke. I could tell she was excited at recounting her experience because she began to push back against me as I pumped her. That was her way of indicating she wanted it rough.
“Did he call you names, Nuzhat?”, I asked as I slapped her ass hard several times before grabbing a fist full of her silky hair and gently but firmly pulling it back and increasing the intensity of my thrusts.
“Yeah, he called me a cum slut and a dirty whore all night long as he fucked me.”
My right hand was pulling back harder on her hair, forcing her head up slightly as my left hand slapped at the side of her shapely ass and I watched her hands gripping the bed sheets. Her moans were getting louder and I could see in the mirror her nipples were as hard as ever.
She exclaimed, “Yeah, baby, don’t stop! This is just how he fucked me when he came in my cunt!”
I knew it wouldn’t be long before I shot my own load of cream inside her pussy and I kept up the feverish pace, going balls deep with every stroke and my balls slapping against her. As I pounded her, I asked, “You want him to fuck you again, don’t you, baby?”
“Oh fuck yessss. He stretched me open so fucking good! You want to watch him pound me, don’t you? I know you want to see my pussy lips grabbing his shaft as I bounce on top of him! Fuck!”
“Yes, Nuzhat, I fucking love it.” I barely had the words out as I began to feel my balls tighten and the streams of hot cum pulsing up my shaft and out my swollen, pink head buried inside her pussy. As my second load of cum emptied inside her, she began to orgasm hard and screamed that she was cumming all over my cock. Her pussy clenched around my shaft and her legs started to tremble. I love the look of ecstasy on her face when she cums and this time was no different.
Both of us collapsed on the bed, breathing hard. As we kissed and smiled at each other, we both knew after a couple minutes of recovery what was next. She loved to suck a cock after it was buried inside her and I loved to lick her freshly fucked pussy. It was time to 69 and for her to continue to tell me more about her time with the other guy…